A/N: all right, thanks to some rather, strongly worded reviews here is the next chapter, sorry it's rather long.
Uncle Jesse scratched his head as he stared at the two. He let out a disappointed sigh and tapped Luke on the shoulder. Luke groan and muttered, "Go away Bo."

Uncle Jesse sighed again and started to shake Luke. Luke swatted the hand away and mumbled, "Bo if you need help asked Daisy or Uncle Jesse."

"Lucas K. Duke, get up now," Uncle Jesse said loudly, as he gave Luke one final, firm shake.

Luke moaned and reluctantly opened his eyes. He sat up straight as he saw Uncle Jesse. He quickly glanced down at Jezebel and then said, "Uh, Uncle Jesse Sir, I was, … well we were… it's not what it looks like."

"I don't want to hear excuses," Uncle Jesse told him.

"But you see Uncle Jesse," Luke started again.

Uncle Jesse held up his hand and said, "Now I'm going inside, so wake up Jamie and I'll talk to you later."

"Yes Sir," Luke said slowly.

He waited till Uncle Jesse was gone and then lightly shook Jezebel on her arm. Jezebel rolled over and muttered, "I don't want to learn how to cook, Mamma."

"Hey, wake up," Luke whispered to her and gave her another little shake.

She groaned and mumbled something that Luke thought it sounded like, "No Sheriff Little, I'm not carrying no shine."

"Wake up," Luke said louder with a little fiercer shake.

Jezebel slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She looked back at Luke and asked, "What's going on? Why are we in the hay?"

"Funny story, you pulled me in the pile of hay while I was trying to get back inside," Luke told her.

"If I remember, you came out of the house by your own will," Jezebel told him.

"Only because I heard something outside and thought it would be something worth while," Luke told her. "Sadly, it was not."

"Oh yes, because we all know I enjoy your company so much. Because what's not to love about someone who thinks NSCAR is a sport?" Jezebel asked sarcastically.

"And you think the company of a bitter Yankee any better?"

"At least when I have a conversation I don't use the words y'all and ain't. Also, I don't use double negatives in speech," Jezebel retorted as she briskly stood up, taking Luke's shirt with her. She huff and threw it back at Luke, who snatched it out of the air.

"That doesn't make up for the fact that you're a cynical-"

"Cynical, that's a big word for you Country Boy," Jezebel told him with smirk as she started walking away.

Luke scowled and got up. He walked towards the house, but was stopped by Daisy. "Hey Luke, what are you doing not dressed yet?" The Daisy added with a wide grin, "Or should I ask what you and Jamie both aren't doing dressed yet?"

"It's not what it looks like," Luke told her.

"Sure." Daisy leaned in and plucked a piece of straw out of his hair. She looked at it and said, "You know, Jamie had straw in her hair also."

"I'm going to change," Luke told her and then walked in the house.

Later on in the day, while Jezebel and her friend Alice were helping Daisy with her chores, and Luke was doing his chores Uncle Jesse watched them carefully. He felt very uneasy about something and couldn't quiet figure out what. He went into the barn to feed the goats, when he spotted a piece of paper on the ground. His knees cracked as he bent down and picked up the paper. He flipped it over and found a picture of a girl in tacky jewelry with her parents. He studied the girl's father and scratched his head.

"Why if it isn't Roy Rinehart, what his picture doing here?" he asked out loud, but got no answer. He pocketed the picture and walked into the kitchen.

Jezebel finished helping Daisy and was walking around the Duke's farm, just looking. She found her way in the barn, and stared searching for anything out of the ordinary. As she was looking, she said her thoughts out loud, "Bo said something about if the stuff was okay. Meaning, there most be something up with the Duke boys."

Jezebel rummaged through the barn and found Bo and Luke's bow and arrow. She looked over the bows and plucked it. There was a short hum, and then silence. She started looking through the arrows. They were all plain arrows, nothing special to them at all. She tossed one aside, but paid it attention when it hit something with a clunk. She knelt down on the ground next to a small pile of hay. She brushed away some hay and found an unmarked box.

"Yea." Jezebel opened the box and found arrows with exploding fireworks at the end. She picked on up and examine it closely. She smirked and said, "Now this has got to be illegal."

The barn door opened and Jezebel quickly put the arrows back in the box and covered the box with hay. She put the bows and arrows back in their proper place just as Luke came up to her. "What are you doing?" Luke asked his eyes looking around the book.

"I was just looking at the bow and arrow," Jezebel told him. "You don't see to many of them anymore."

Luke nodded and said, "Well, Bo and I aren't really allowed to carry guns."

"Probation, huh?"

"Yeah."

"How good is your shot?" Jezebel asked him.

"Pretty good," Luke told her. "Have you ever tried shooting a bow and arrow?"

"Me?" Jezebel asked. "The closest thing I've come to an arrow is a dart."

"I could give you a lesson," Luke told her.

"I might shoot your eye out," Jezebel warned him.

"I think I'll take my chances," Luke told her with a smile.

"If you're brave enough, then sure I'll take a lesson."

Do you think it be wrong of me to fear for Luke's safety?

Luke set up a target about a hundred feet away from them, and taught Jezebel the proper stance. "All right, now you want to keep your hand steady and your eyes focus," Luke told her. Jezebel took the stance as Luke checked her over. He nodded and said, "Give it a shot."

Jezebel let the arrow go and it hit the outside of the target. Luke nodded and said, "Not bad for a beginner Jezebel."

"Thanks."

"Give it another go," Luke told her. She nodded and took the stance. He looked her over and noticed that her aim was towards the lower right corner of the target. He shook his head and said, "Hold up, your aim is off."

He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arm around hers. He put his hand over hers and fixed her aim. "Now, you have to keep your arm steady," Luke reminded her.

"Next, slowly bring the arrow back," he said as he clasped his hand around Jezebel's and brought the arrow back.

"Hold my arm steady, right?" Jezebel asked, twisted her neck around to face Luke.

"Right," Luke answered her with a smile.

"Now what do I do?"

"You look at the target, keep your eyes focus on it, and aim."

"Easier said then done," Jezebel muttered.

"I'll help with it," Luke told her.

Jezebel nodded and together they released the arrow. It landed pretty close to the bulls-eye. Jezebel smiled at Luke and said, "Pretty close."

"Yeah, you're showing improvement," Luke told her.

"Imagine if you could get an arrow that explodes when it hits something," Jezebel said. "Probably be illegal though. If not then you probably need a permit for it."

"Probably," Luke said. "I don't see what a city slicker like you would need it for, though."

Jezebel rolled her eyes and loaded another arrow. "Even if I wanted it, I doubt they give people like us a permit."

"People like us?"

"People with records," Jezebel told him. "Do you have a permit for it?"

"No, I don't have a permit for exploding arrow heads," Luke told her with a smile. "Now come on, let's finish this lesson."

Now Daisy was watching her cousin and the girl from the front yard of the house with Uncle Jesse. When Luke had wrapped his arm around Jezebel, Daisy turned to Uncle Jesse and asked, "Isn't that sweet Uncle Jesse? I think Luke is really falling for her."

"I guess," Uncle Jesse mumbled.

"What do you mean Uncle Jesse?"

"Well, it just, how much do we mean about this Jamie?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"Not a lot," Daisy said, thinking about. "Well, I know she knows people in Chickasaw. I over heard her talking to someone named Teddy at the Boar's Nest."

"Something just doesn't seem quite right with her," Uncle Jesse said.

"There's nothing right about Jamie," Alice said from the doorway.

"Tell me, does Jamie talk about her parents a lot?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"No, I think her dad is dead and she never talks about her mother," Alice told them. "There's someone on the phone for Luke, he's talking to Bo right now."

"I'll get Luke," Daisy said before heading off.

"Just relax and don't tense up," Luke told Jezebel, his arms still around her. "It helps the shot."

"How can I relax when you told me to keep my arm steady?" Jezebel asked him.

"I know it seems hard, but once you get use to it will be easier," Luke told her.

Daisy cleared her throat and said, "I hate to interrupt-"

"Then don't," Luke told her.

"Luke you have a phone call," Daisy told him.

"Ok," Luke said to Daisy. Then he said to Jezebel, "I'll be right back."

"I can hardly wait," Jezebel told him sarcastically as she eyed her next shot.

Luke shook his head and head back to the house with Daisy. Jezebel looked over her shoulder and lined up her shot. She released the arrow and heard it fly through the air. She smiled as she saw where the arrow landed. "Bull's eye," she said proudly. "Now if only I had recorded that conversation with Luke."

She reloaded her bow and aimed. Her eyes traveled from the tip of the arrow down to the target. A thought crossed her mind, making her smile. "If Luke's the brain, the Bo will be much easier to trick," Jezebel said, as she released the arrow and it landed in the center of the target.

"I haven't had the chance to use them yet," Bo said, talking with Cooter on the phone. "I've been laid up."

"And that's your own fault," Luke said, coming in the house. "Who's on the phone?"

"It's Cooter," Bo told him. Then he asked Cooter, "So what were you saying you did to your car?"

"Give me that," Luke said as he snatched the phone away from Bo. "The doctor told you to stay off your feet, so go lay down."

"Fine," Bo said with a puff.

Luke shook his head and greeted Cooter, "Hey Coot, how's it going?"

"Oh just fine," Cooter told him. "How's things with you and the city slicker?"

"Oh things are just fine with her," Luke said, not being able to help the smile creeping on his face.

Bo noticed the smile and also smiled. "I know that smile, something happened with her."

"Did I hear correctly, did something happen between you and the city slicker?" Cooter asked gleefully.

"I don't think that's either of you two's business," Luke told them. "So what you need Cooter?"

"I heard you got a shipment of arrows that are supposed to be really good. I was thinking about get a demonstration on how good," Cooter told him.

"Well, we can't do it here," Luke said. "I'll tell you what, if you meet me by Black Hawk's pond with some supplies for the General, then I'll give you that demonstration."

"Sounds good, when?" Cooter asked.

"In about half an hour," Luke suggested.

"Great see you then."

"Bye Cooter." As Luke hung up the phone, he got a mischievous look from Bo. "What?" he asked.

"Your not even going to let me in on what happen last night?" Bo asked with a smile.

"No, I am not," Luke told him with a smile and left the house without another word. He walked out towards Jezebel, who had gotten all the arrows off of the target and was aiming to shoot again. Luke watched as she readjusted her position five times before she was ready to shoot. He leaned against the trunk of an old tree and said, "Your bow is tilted."

Jezebel jumped and spun around to face Luke. As she did so, she let the arrow go and it hit the trunk of the tree that Luke was leaning against, at the same level of Luke's eyes and only a few inches away. Luke gulped and backed away from the tree. "Sorry," Jezebel said, coming up to him.

Luke took the bow slowly away from her and said, "Okay, shooting lesson over."

"I did warn you about a loss of an eye," Jezebel told him with a smile.

"I guess you did," Luke said, returning the smile. "So you got any special talent other then archery?"

"I have a great skill in cooking," Jezebel told him.

"Really, what is your skill?"

"I cannot cook a single damn thing without making people want to spit it back out," Jezebel told him proudly.

"I don't believe that," Luke said.

"I could prove it to you, but I would hate to make you eat my cooking," Jezebel said with a smile.

"Maybe you can prove it to me later," Luke told her. "I have to go pick something up from Cooter and then I'll be back."

Jezebel nodded and the two of them headed inside. Jezebel headed into the room she was sharing with the two other girls, to freshen up. Jezebel started rummaging through her suitcase pulling out everything. Alice walked in as a pair of short shorts was thrown at her face. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find my tape recorder," Jezebel told her. "I know I brought it with me."

"Why would you need it?" Alice asked suddenly anxious. "I know you said you would find a scandal even if you had to buy one, but you aren't involving this nice people in it, are you?"

"Alice, just relax about it," Jezebel told.

"When you say the word relax, I can do anything but that!" Alice exclaimed. "First you drag me out here for your ultimate story. Second, we end up being chased by cops from every county. Third, one crazy sheriff almost kills us. Fourth-" Alice was stopped abruptly when Jezebel's Wonderland book was thrown at her face.

"I get it, you hate being out in the country," Jezebel told her.

"It's not that," Alice told her. "It's what the country setting does to you."

"Me?"

"You're different."

"I can explain about that."

"I get it, being out in your childhood territory has provoked some forgotten emotions and actions from your childhood," Alice told her in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Alice, I took journalist classes, not physiology classes. I don't know what the hell you mean," Jezebel told her.

"Let me dumb it down for you." Alice took a deep breath and said, "All this," she pointed around, "is making you act like you did in high school."

"That's preposterous," Jezebel objected. "The country has no effect on me at all."

"Then tell me, why in the world are you trying to find your tape recorder?"

Jezebel looked around and whispered, "For Boss Hogg."

"Who is this Boss Hogg?" Alice asked.

"All you need to know is it's personal and I intend to finish it for good this time," Jezebel told her.

"Jezebel, why do I get the feeling you didn't tell me everything about your past?" Alice asked.

"Ever heard the saying ignorance is bliss?" Jezebel asked, and kept looking through her suitcase. She let out a triumphant cry as she held up a personal recording device.

"What are you going to do with that?" Alice asked one last, desperate time.

"I'm going to catch me an ignorant hick," Jezebel told her, as she packed everything back up and left the room with a huge grin.

"Uncle Jesse, I'm going to head out to Cooter's," Luke told Uncle Jesse in the kitchen.

"Oh, what for?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"Just some things the General might need," Luke told him.

"Our your chores done?"

"Yes sir."

"Then you can go," Uncle Jesse said. Luke nodded and headed for the door. "But first we need to talk."

Luke groaned and sat down. Uncle Jesse sat up straight, threw his shoulder back and said, "Now Luke, I know you're young and you get certain urges, but you have to remember what the good book says."

"Uncle Jesse, nothing happen," Luke reassured him.

"If nothing happened, how did the two of you end out in the barn together?" Uncle Jesse asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I got up to get a drink in the middle of the night and she was up. We got to talking and walking and just end up in the barn," Luke said, realizing how pathetic his story sounded.

"What were you talking about?"

"We weren't really talking, more arguing," Luke told him.

"And nothing happened?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"That's right."

"Would you be willing to swear on the Bible?" Uncle Jesse asked.

Luke thought about it and said, "Yes, I am willing to swear on the Bible that nothing happened between Jezebel and I."

Uncle Jesse nodded and said, "All right, you can go."

"Thanks Uncle Jess," Luke said. "I'll be back soon."

Luke grabbed his bow and got some of his and Bo's exploding arrows and then head out to Black Hawk's Pond. Black Hawk's Pond was a pond that was engulfed by woods, completely hidden from the main road. There was a small clearing around the northern part, which hides a car very easily. The pond was small, but deep and the water was always freezing. Even during the middle of summer with a heat wave from hell the water could still make you freeze to death.

Luke had always enjoyed coming to this site. It filled him with a sense of ease and security for some reason he couldn't explain. Luke took a deep breath and skimmed a rock across the pond. It hit the water three times before it skunk into the pond.

"Howdy Luke," Cooter said, walking down to pond from the main road.

"Hey Cooter," Luke greeted back.

"I don't get why you like coming here," Cooter said. "You have to be really looking to find this place."

"Which is one of the things I like about," Luke told him. "You don't know how many times we lost Rosco thanks to this place."

"Yeah but it is also really close to Chickasaw county and we all know what Sheriff Little is like," Cooter said with a shudder.

"Cooter, you need to relax."

"I'd like to see you relax when you have Sheriff Little breathing down your neck, ready to shoot," Cooter said.

"It's your own fault," Luke said, getting his bow and arrows from the back of the General. "You know he doesn't like people transporting shine through Chickasaw."

"But the pay is," Cooter paused and scratched his head. "Well it's not good, but it's not bad. Anyway, tell me about the Yankee."

"Well, she's pretty," Luke said, setting up a target. "She's smart, and she won't let me forget it. She's full of herself, seems to try and pick a fight with you."

"Sounds perfect for you," Cooter said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Luke asked as he loaded the bow and aimed.

"Well it just seems she isn't too sensitive, which is perfect for you," Cooter told him.

"Are you saying I'm not sensitive?" Luke asked, lowering the bow.

"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying," Cooter told him.

"Cooter, I have a bow and arrow, do you want me to put this arrow someplace God never intended it to be?" Luke asked, aiming it at Cooter.

"I was just pulling your leg," Cooter told him quickly. "You're Mr. Sensitive."

"It's not like it really matter if she thinks I'm sensitive or not," Luke said, aiming back at the target. "I don't care if she does or doesn't."

"Because you're not interested in her at all," Cooter finished for him with a smile.

"That's right. But if she wanted to spend the night with me, it's not like I would turn her down," Luke told him, trying to aim at the arrow. "Of course I won't go and ask her because she's not on the top of my list. Either way it doesn't matter to me. She's pretty, but not that pretty. It's not like she all that I can think of."

"Are you ever going to shoot that thing or what?" Cooter asked suddenly, breaking Luke's train of thought.

"Huh?" Luke nodded and tried to focus his mind on aiming. He tried for a moment and then asked, "You meet her, would you enjoy being around her?"

"Depends," Cooter said.

"Depends on what?"

"It depends on what's she wearing," Cooter told him as he got a crooked smile.

Luke and Cooter shared a laugh, and Luke finally was able to focus on the target. "All right, watch this."

Luke let the arrow fly. There was a loud explosion that shook the ground as the arrow hit the target, and the two men saw a blaze of dancing red, orange, and yellow across the sky. The two of them had to duck the flying debris. Cooter let out a low, long whistle and said, "Dang, those are good. That target was a 100 yards away."

"I know," Luke told him with a smile. He lightly slapped Cooter across his chest and asked, "Hey, can you take a look at the General? It keeps making a sputtering noise if we go past 80."

"Yeah, sure thing," Cooter said. As he started looking over the General, he asked, "So, you going to give me details?"

"About what?" Luke asked, skipping rocks absent-mindedly.

"About the sputtering noise," Cooter retorted, sarcastically.

"It's just the normal sputtering noise," Luke told him, skipping another rock. He began humming, while Cooter rolled his eyes at Luke.

"All right," Cooter said after a while, "it's nothing too bad. The transistor might need to be replaced, and the oil should be changed soon."

"Great, thanks Cooter," Luke told him. He skipped one final rock and then said, "I better head back to the farm. Thanks again Cooter."

As Luke got into his car, and drove away, Cooter said with a crooked smile, "That boy's in love."

While Luke and Cooter had their talk, Jezebel had a talk with Bo and got everything she needed. And I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

Luke pulled into the duke's farm driveway, and noticed that Uncle Jesse's pickup truck was gone. He got out of the General and headed into the house. Bo and Alice were talking in the parlor, but the rest of the house was empty. As Luke leaned against the doorway to the parlor and listened, he couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of his cousin.

"How do you like NASCAR?" Alice asked Bo, dumbfounded.

"It's great," Bo told her.

"It's a car going around in a circle," Alice retorted.

"You know what you need? You need to see me in action," Bo told her. "After you see the General and me, you'll change your mind about racing cars."

Alice laughed softly while rolling her eyes. "Why don't you give me a call the next time you plan to race and I'll check it out."

"You promise?" Bo asked with grin.

"Yeah, I do."

Luke walked out of the house, towards the barn when he heard Daisy laughing. Luke treaded over to the sound and saw Daisy and Jezebel watching Daisy's Jeep, Dixie. Jezebel was wearing some short shorts with a black top. Daisy looked up as Luke came and said, "Hi sugar."

"Hi Daisy. Where did Uncle Jesse go?"

"He went into town to pick up some wiring for the chicken coops," Daisy told him, only Luke wasn't listening. He was watching Jezebel, who was reaching across the hood of the Jeep to wash a dirty spot.

"That's great," Luke said distantly, staring at Jezebel.

Daisy noticed he wasn't looking at her, and followed his gaze. She smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure you think it's great."

Luke broke his stare, and asked, "Huh? I'm going to go work on the General now."

"Have fun," Daisy told him.

Jezebel, who hadn't looked up since Luke got there, looked up after him and smiled. She went back to washing the Jeep. After awhile, she stopped and said, "I'm going to go get a drink."

"All right," Daisy said with a smile.

Jezebel walked around the side of the house, and spotted Luke under the hood of the General. He didn't have his shirt on; it was lying on the ground next to the car. He was fiddling with the radiator when it burnt his finger. "Damn it," he muttered, taking a step away from the car.

Jezebel smiled, but stayed silent. She stepped onto the porch, and the old boards creaked under her pressure. Luke jumped, and rapidly turned to face her. Jezebel smiled at him and said, "Relax Country Boy, I'm just going to get something to drink. There's no need for you to be paranoid."

"I'm not paranoid," Luke objected.

"Sure, that's why you didn't jump a foot," Jezebel retorted while rolling her eyes.

"You were sneaking around, anyone would have been scared by you," Luke told her.

"Are you saying I'm scary?"

"Extremely."

Jezebel rolled her eyes, and walked over to the General. She looked over the engine and asked, "What's up with your car?"

"It's nothing serious," Luke told her. Jezebel bent over and inspected the engine closer. Luke stared at Jezebel for a moment and then asked, "Do you know a lot about cars?"

Jezebel looked up at Luke, but didn't say a thing. She was too busy staring at his glistening chest, and the faint trace of a six-pack. She forced herself to look down at the engine and answered him, "I've been around cars ever since I was born. Growing up I played with cars and dolls. Then I got sick of the dolls, and that left cars. So yeah, I know about cars."

Luke nodded, and joined Jezebel under the hood. He noticed that her black shirt was a V-cut. He paused for a second, and then asked suddenly, "Have you ever worked on a Charger before?"

"No, can't say I have," she told him. "But you work on any Dodge car, you've worked on all of them." She pointed to his transistor and said, "If you go past eighty again, that is going to need to be replaced."

"Then can you get me a wrench?" he asked.

The two of them worked together for a while, talking about fixing the car. Then Jezebel suddenly asked, "What would be your favorite kind of car to drive?"

"I wouldn't trade the General Lee in for anything," he told her. "How about you?"

"I would want my old high school car back," she told him.

"What model was it?"

"A 1973 Ford Capri," she said, with a sad sigh. "I loved that car, it was pink."

"A pink car?" Luke asked with disgust.

"Hey, I'm a girl, that doesn't matter to me," she reminded him.

Luke laughed softly and shook his head. "I would never drive a pink car," he told her.

"I would never have let you drive my pink car," Jezebel told him with a smile. She checked the engine one last time and said, "I think you're done."

"Huh?"

"The car, I think you fix it," Jezebel told him, straightening up.

"Oh, right," he said, also standing up. He shut the hood and asked, with a wink, "Want to go test it out? Drive it to a secluded place?"

Jezebel stared at Luke, her mouth dropped open. She tried to find the words, but her search was in vain. "Speechless, huh?" Luke asked, with a smug smile.

"Oh, I see," she said, suddenly finding the words, "you're an egotistical hick. You're just the whole package, an egotistical idiot. What more could a girl want?"

Luke made his hand into a fist and asked, "What's with you? You always pick a fight."

"I do not always pick a fight," she objected, taking a step towards him.

"Yes you do," Luke told her, also taking a step closer. "You can never just shut up and let someone have a civil conversation with you."

Luke kept talking, but Jezebel wasn't listening. She was too busy trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She heard an odd buzzing and felt like there was an electric fire flowing through her blood. There was a strange heat in the air, and right then was when she noticed how little space there was between her and Luke. Then all she could notice was Luke. His bare chest shined in the afternoon sun. His face was so serious that it made Jezebel smile.

"I think you enjoy picking a fight with me," Luke told her, which snapped Jezebel back into reality. "I think you pick a fight with me because you like me."

"Me like you?" Jezebel asked in shock. "Get over yourself, you egotistical inbred hick."

"You arrogant, self-righteous, hypocritical hick," Luke shot back.

Jezebel gapped at him and then let out an aggravated huff, before storming off into the Duke house, muttering the whole time. She walked past Bo and Alice, giving them a sample. "That bastard. That smug bastard. That egotistical, smug, inbred hick!"

Bo and Alice exchanged glances, but said nothing to disturb the raving lunatic. Jezebel went into Daisy's room, slamming the door. Luke then entered the house, also muttering. "Arrogant, pompous, vindictive little witch."

"Do you think they were talking about each other?" Alice asked innocently, causing Bo to have a hearty laugh.

Luke stormed off into the kitchen and got an ice-cold glass of water. He chugged it down and then heard the sound of car pulling up to the Duke farm. Luke went out on the porch to greet Enos. "Howdy Luke, Boss wants to talk to Jezebel."

"Fine," Luke said.

He went to call her, when she appeared at the door. She shot a glare at him, and walked towards Enos. "Hi darling," she said before she kissed Enos softly on his lips.

Luke's mouth dropped open while his eyes narrowed. Enos was just as surprised as Luke, only for Enos, this was a good surprise. He had a silly grin on his face when Jezebel broke the kiss, while Jezebel gave Luke a smug smile. He scowled and quickly entered the house without giving the two of them a goodbye.

"What was that about?" Enos asked, as he and Jezebel drove off to the Boar's Nest.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"The kiss."

"I can't just kiss you?"

"What's going on?"

"I just wish there was some way I could get the same end result without doing this part," Jezebel told him sadly.

"You don't have to do this," Enos reminded her.

Jezebel pulled out her personal recording device and gave a sad sigh. "Yes, I do have to do this and I hate it."